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| Bubbles by Gardner (Wikimedia Commons) |
As a homeschooled grandmother, I graciously accept all the privileges to which my age and position entitle me, and I'm grateful for this time to settle back and learn.
I watch a two year old thoroughly enjoy a room filled with toys... until I set up safety-boundaries. Suddenly it dawns on her that she's not supposed to cross these, and then they become all she can think about. I remember that God watches as I test the edges of His will. I realize He knows more about what dangers are "out there and down the road" than I do. I think of the garden of Eden...
and thus I've had a lesson on "why there are commandments."
I see a day bursting with spring. Tossing aside thoughts of any "trouble" I might have to go to to do this, I grab the bubble-blowing toys and say "let's go outside!" I settle into a lawn chair and watch a preschooler blow, chase, laugh, pop.. blow, chase, laugh, pop. I notice early buds on trees, daffodil splotches of yellow against green; I hear the nearby cooing of a dove...
Read the rest at Nancy's blog The Breadbox Letters.
This is what I love about children, Nancy. Especially that beautiful sense of awe that tends to get tamped down when we are older. We can learn so much from them!
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